Uncrossed Lines
A/N: Spoilers for Common Ground. Un-beta'd. Sparky Drabble
Elizabeth Weir gazed across the beautiful Lantean Ocean that surrounded the Ancient City of Atlantis as she stood on the balcony. The radiant sun shone down on the ocean reflecting onto the towers of the causing city causing it to glow. The gentle waves lapped onto the shores of the city as all seemed at peace.
Military and civilian alike went about their daily chores quietly and the recent shouting from the science labs was reduced to quiet chatter. Yes Atlantis was at peace, yet this peace did not reflect Elizabeth's feelings.
A personal battle raged between her heart and mind only this time her heart would not be easily silenced. Not after they had almost lost him, after she had almost lost him.
Elizabeth had realised that every time the wraith took more life from Atlantis' gorgeous and charismatic leader, another piece of her soul died. She knew if he didn't survive, she would almost certainly die. Outwards Dr Weir would remain the same, yet Elizabeth would crumple and cease to exist.
When John had returned through the gate she had wanted nothing more than to run down into his arms. To prove to herself that he was alive, yet she stopped herself lest she give the IOA or anyone else for that matter, a reason to dismiss her as leader of the Atlantis expedition. Or deprive John of his well earned promotion or command.
While they would be breaking no rules or regulations, their relationship would be frowned upon and would most likely resulting in them losing their jobs. But when John had lost so much of his life and she believed him to be lost, she quietly questioned whether allowing her head to rule her heart was the best course of action.
After his return, she had visited him briefly to check if he was ok and to apologise and then she avoided him. Elizabeth wasn't sure why she did, but she couldn't bare losing him again, yet her heart longed to be with him, to be near him.
"Lizabeth," John Sheppard's voice cut through her thoughts. Elizabeth looked at him, yet the sight of him smiling as if nothing had happened, was enough to allow a single tear to slide down her face.
Gently John raised a hand and wiped the stray tear away with his thumb. Pulling her in for a hug, the pair stayed that way, each relishing the others touch. As they broke away a silent message was exchanged: in any other circumstances they could be together. If it was not for the IOA or US Military, they would be together.
As they stood side by side on the balcony, Elizabeth thought that she could accept being able to hug or kiss John, as long as they were able to work together. They could sacrifice they need to be together if it meant that they could still work and live together.
That was something no-one, not even the IOA could take from them. And when the circumstances changed, who knew, they might end up together after all. John and Elizabeth looked at each other and smiled as long as they could kepp each other safe, everything would work out.
A/N: Wrote this very late at night/early morning because I couldn't sleep. I think it turned out pretty good, don't you? Apologies to anyone who likes the IOA, was feeling pretty anti IOA when I wrote it.
Laurs